I wonder what you think of as you sleep, Bond ! Cloony or little me.
Whose Arms do you imagine hold you tight when your eyes close and hide the light.
Do you dream of passion or prose love or embrace?
Can you remember when dawn brings it's kiss.
As you shower and dress and sip your tea do you still think of me.
Off to work the radio on as you heard your favourite tune did you remember the night we where alone.
Did you get to work and meet your friends your mind still in the weekend.
Do you check your phone for a random text to see if I'm thinking still of the night you gave your all to me.
As you eat your roll and pass the time can you still feel me holding you tight?
530 now and your off home will I be there or thou be alone.
All day I've thought of nothing more than to kiss you as you arrived home..
To take your coat and kiss your lips and undress you with my fingertips.
Run my tongue across your neck and kiss your lips and make you shake.
But neither of us have ever kissed and we both dream and simple bliss.